HURRY UP, THERE
 
Daisy Wood
 

There is danger in delay, you can hear the people say,
'If in life you'd make your way, Hurry up, there!'
When your masher takes you out for a day, without a doubt,
In the morning he will shout, 'Hurry up, there!'
But at even-time when you are sitting, spooning on his knee,
Where there's nothing heard but silence and no mortal eye can see.
Ere the last train home, you lose girls, take a gentle tip from me,
Hurry up, there! Hurry up, there!

Chorus: You'll get left if you don't mind,
Like the cow's tail, all behind;
If for safety you're inclined,
Hurry up there! Hurry up!

When you find that life is slow, on the spree, perhaps you go,
To the waiter shout, 'Hello! Hurry up, there!'
And you drink in style sublime, being sober is a crime,
And you say to Father Time, 'Hurry up!'
But when you have spent your rhino, in the stony bye-and-bye
On the rich old aunt you've scoffed at then you cast a longing eye,
Thinking, 'If you're going to leave me something, do make haste and die,
Hurry up, there! Hurry up, there!

Chorus: You'll get left if you don't mind,
Like the cow's tail, all behind;
If to be an angel you're inclined,
Hurry up there! Hurry up!

Of a masher here I'll sing, who last night said he would bring,
Round to me a diamond ring... hurry up, there!
If you've got the diamonds bright and you want a kiss tonight,
Well, the stage door's to the right, Hurry up!
Don't be stopping, for as I was coming here I saw your wife,
If she sees you there'll be trouble and no doubt a lot of strife.
So if you just want to see me and you value your sweet life,
Hurry up, there! Hurry up, there!

Chorus: You'll get left if you don't mind,
Like the cow's tail, all behind;
If for safety you're inclined,
Hurry up there! Hurry up!

There's three girls next door to me, they've one mash between the three,
And his motto has to be, Hurry up, there!
And to save his Sunday suit from their father and his boot,
He is often told to scoot, hurry up, there!
There's one sofa only in the room on which to bill and coo,
And when'er he spoons one girl a bit you'll hear the other two,
Saying, 'Now then, Sal, fair rations, for it's our turn after you,
Hurry up, there! Hurry up, there!

Chorus: You'll get left if you don't mind,
Like the cow's tail, all behind;
If for safety you're inclined,
Hurry up there! Hurry up!

 
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Written and composed by E.W. Rogers - 1895
Performed by Daisy Wood (1877-1961)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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